On Saturday I ran more miles than I have children, which is a lot! In a cold driving rain my brothers, husband and I ran a 10k road race in Central Park. The race was a part of Scotland Week in New York City, which was pretty funny because 1 -- none of us are Scottish and 2 -- there were runners in kilts. My husband held back and ran with me, and without him I would surely have quit, he is my coach in more ways than one, there were times during the race where it was eerily similar to being in labor, same misery, same dispair of finishing, same encouragement and bad jokes! In the end, though, it was a wonderful experience, I sprinted to make my goal time at the finish, and I would do it again. All of the runners on this blog have been a tremendous inspiration for me, and I am so thankful for the addition of running to my life.
Here we are, back at my mother's house, where we got to enjoy hot showers and yummy pizza. The next morning we celebrated the Resurrection by attending mass with my grandmother (so special) and indulging in an extravagant brunch with my family. The only thing missing from our Easter was a lamb shaped coconut cake, but I have decided tonight that since Easter lasts for many weeks I am going to keep celebrating Easter throughout the liturgical season by baking every weekend, which will mean I have to keep up those long runs!